Peter Matthews

“Hells yeah, best sister ever.” He grinned at her and ordered a couple more shots for the both of them.

“She’ll never hurt her family.” He wished he couldn’t see what they other was sending him. He wanted to just punch the other as hard as he could. He wanted to claw that pretty face. He wanted to make this bastard pay for whatever he had done or was planning on doing to Patience. “You’re going to pay for every second of pain you put her through.”

He laughed and shook his head. “You’re crazy, man. Guess I gotta stay semi-sober if we’re getting home, though, unless you wanna pay for a cab.”

“And what? Your other sisters are just gonna let you go on a fuckin’ suicide mission? No. I ain’t lettin’ you go either.” He gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow.

“Gabriel’s torturing her and I’m the only one that can find her. If I go, the demons will take me right to them. If you go, they’ll kill you right off. If Paige or Phoebe or Piper goes, it’s 50/50 at best odds whether they’ll just be killed. He likes hurting people and I made sure he knows how to get at me. I’m a Halliwell by blood and one they know how to hurt, one they know hurting will hurt Patience.”

Well fine then, he’s just gonna shoot his two shots immediately after they’re set poured. “Now careful, that’s whiskey, much more potent than beer.”

Ray furrowed his brow a little. “Why? I don’ think I’ve ever seen you take it off. Pretty sure you were wearin’ it back when you were a kid.”

“There’s a spell I found that can be used to force a scrying crystal into whatever position you’re in. I can use it to get Patience out.”

“Sharing is caring, bitch.”

“Whatcha want?” he asked and headed into the bedroom, flopping down on the mattress beside Peter.

He took Ray’s hand and placed the chain necklace he always wore in the other’s palm and closed his fingers. “Want you to have that.”

“Boy ain’t that the truth.” He called the bartender over and ordered four shots. “That’s two for you, two for me, not three for you, either.”

“Well, we’re definitely twins. We’re both rude as hell and drink far too much.”

“Totally why your social skills suck.”

“Huh. That’s probably why I’m so bad at math. Our mother was far too active for a pregnant woman.”

“Patience, what exactly did you read?”

“What do you mean something in the book?”